Dipped Poems - Poems about Dipped

Pardon me, sir But your fly is unzipped Deeply offended The ‘sir’ offered To sock me in the lip I responded in kind ...

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Fourth Shard I need to clean Who’s gonna clean? What do I do? I can not move I’m tired I need to rest Five minutes Please I’m tired I need to rest Please be quiet I’m trying to rest Shhhhh Just five minutes I’ll clean in five minutes I need rest Rest Mindwipe My childhood was tainted in a single moment In an instant It happened so fast And unable to...

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Third Shard But black I could clearly see where the past dried And the new began I need to clean this dried blood Before more comes Damage control Before I could even I collapse I’ve lost too much I can’t move What’s happening ? What do I do ? I need to clean “There’s nothing left.” With the strength I have left I take a large shard of glass And cut...

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Second Shard Shattered glass dipped in red I forget about the glass And begin to clean the blood And that stings too Causing more And more And more It won’t stop First the time of the past Then shattered glass Then blood Then shattered glass dipped in red And more blood When will it stop? I don’t know what to do What do I do? Everything I do makes it worse I’m...

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First Shard My childhood was tainted in a single moment In an instant It happened so fast And unable to go back Turn back time To change that moment To continue the purity For the purity to last all through my childhood Giving it no room for flaws Maybe then my adulthood could be saved Saved from the filth from the...

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You told her how I was feeling about you and did not even talk about it with me. Hearing her telling you: "I don't think she meant that way", and you responding: "ofcourse, I mean.." What picture are you painting? What will she blurr out or add? Why am I needing to see it and can't fill...

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She had wanted to go the beach And yet, she was scheduled to teach Her swimsuit had ripped So she skinny-dipped Could this be a test of free speech? ...

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Last winter, I dipped my ink-blackened pen into the elixir of your playful sonnets, Allowing your soothing voice to become the master of intoxicating brews, Reviving a vibrant infatuation, a nocturnal carnival of desires, Drunk on the symphonies you orchestrated under the laughing sky, As the burning thirst infuses exciting verses into my fiery veins, And I, captivated, let myself...

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"Hieronymus Dipped" The neurochip sucked me like a lollipop ... mind first into the dream, squeezed my thoughts out like tubes of candy coloured toothpaste all over the deus ex machina, Hieronymus dipped his brush in an attempt to artificially convert me call it, a “do-over” I was his primary binary by all accounts he liked my shades of light and...

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Last winter, I refilled my blackened quill with a dose of your sensual sonnets, allowing your soothing voice to be the maestro of moaning moonlight, reawakening a cathartic infatuation. Drunk on symphonies that you’ve orchestrated, a throbbing thirst instills tantalizing tercets into my trembling veins. I submissively let every ounce of my skin be stroked by your titillating tongue, tracing the milky quartz trails of goosebumps...

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White foam crashes with memories of conversations here, an awful date there; welcoming steam floats around work deadlines, lecture notes and scrawls. Cupped hands warm around porcelain gossips with friends, secrets crumbling like biscuits dipped, as thoughts are awash with scents from a city café then and a train station dash back when. That brown bitter liquor lazing...

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I dipped my finger in the rose, then began to smell it, A fragrance sweet, a story untold, in petals delicate. Each petal whispered secrets, a garden's hidden lore, In nature's fragrant symphony, I found myself explore. With colors bright and vivid, the bloom did softly sway, A dance of life and beauty, in the golden light of day. A gentle...

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walking alone with my memories and a tearstained heart watching the water and thinking about Her there is nobody here and the chill and the quiet is a perfect combination the makeshift Christmas tree on the sand makes me laugh for short spell wishes and regrets then creep up on me and steal me again i am on spaghetti legs...

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It was the war of the cookies, battle lines were fiercely drawn Dipped versus no dip, diagonal frosting turned on Sprinkles versus non-sprinkles, arguments about a treat Dipped cookies bringing in generals, all kinds of heat. Pure breads adamantly denying that icing was any good. Causing a huge daily skirmish in our confectionary neighborhood....

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Semi sweet but your rough is just right, as I turn to you holding that strawberry; Dripping with romance you whisper little morsels in my ears, it makes my lips quiver in anticipation of your taste; Those sugar filled kisses; Candles bathe your smile in a soft glow you melt me excruciatingly slow; I can feel everything so bitter come...

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